[fic] Annual Costume Contest (SGA)
Title: Four times SGA-1 didn't win the annual costume contest (and one time they did)
Rating: PG
Summary: (Stargate: Atlantis) Just like it says on the label.
14 Valentines: Hunger
Notes: Thanks to cincodemaygirl for beta. Written for 14valentines.
1. As soon as he was in McKay's quarters, John ripped the wig off his head and flung it at the wall.
"We didn't win. How did we not win?" he snapped.
Ford shrugged--sure, he could shrug, his costume was easy--and pulled the Canadian flag off of his tan jacket, handing it to McKay in exchange for his own American one. "It was a good showing, though. People liked it."
"Not enough to win us first prize, Lieutenant," McKay said, frowning at the mirror and trying to flatten his hair. "Not enough to get us a hundred people's antes worth of junk food."
"The costumes were very interesting to see," Teyla said, pulling pins out of her hair and neatly placing them into Ford’s upturned cap on McKay's end table.
John sat down heavily on McKay's couch--argh, and then crossed his legs--and said darkly, "Yeah, interesting. I wore a skirt and we did not win. Lieutenant? Next year, I'm picking the costumes."
2. "Sure, foolproof, he says," Rodney said. "Second year in a row and I'm out an entire bag of miniature Snickers."
"Yeah," John retorted, "Maybe we wouldn't have lost if you'd let me be Han."
"I won that coin toss fair and square," Rodney said, folding his arms.
"Next year," Teyla said icily, "we are not going as anything that requires hairpins. My head aches," and Ronon growled a breath in response.
"Oh, cut it out," Rodney said. "You're not in character anymore."
Ronon wheezed again. "No, I--" he said, and coughed. "Think I'm coming down with something."
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FROM: JOHN SHEPPARD
TO: ALL
SUBJECT: NOTICE 003-05-0178: APPROPRIATE HALLOWEEN COSTUME
Due to security concerns, personnel are no longer allowed to dress as their counterpart from an alternate universe or dimension. Violators may be subject to injury or imprisonment pending verification of their identity.
LTC JOHN SHEPPARD
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4. "Well," Rodney said, shrugging out of John's leather jacket, "at least this time no one was hurt."
"Speak for yourself, McKay," Ronon said, and pulled another heavy necklace off and dropped it on the table next to the other chains and the rings and the other ungodly ugly jewelry. "This stuff weighs a ton."
"SG-1," John muttered darkly, and flung his cigar at the trash. "Not supposed to be SG freaking one."
***
. . . and one time they did
1. "I love you, Ronon," Rodney said, propped up by John and Teyla, unfocused and slurring a little bit. "Love Satedan myths. Love gods of--who the hell am I, again?"
"Nelat," Ronon said. "God of the dance."
They managed to prop Rodney up on the sofa--prying one hand from Teyla's robes--and remove the alcoholic portion of the swag from his vicinity. On second thought, John took the chocolate away from him too.
Rodney looked confused, and not just because he was suddenly holding a bottle of water. "Why are you stealing fire from the god of the dance?"
"'M not," Ronon said around a chocolate-covered cherry. "Just thought it'd be funny to make you wear tights."
John frowned. "Funny to cover me in glitter, too?"
Ronon shrugged. "We won, didn't we?"
Rating: PG
Summary: (Stargate: Atlantis) Just like it says on the label.
14 Valentines: Hunger
Notes: Thanks to cincodemaygirl for beta. Written for 14valentines.
1. As soon as he was in McKay's quarters, John ripped the wig off his head and flung it at the wall.
"We didn't win. How did we not win?" he snapped.
Ford shrugged--sure, he could shrug, his costume was easy--and pulled the Canadian flag off of his tan jacket, handing it to McKay in exchange for his own American one. "It was a good showing, though. People liked it."
"Not enough to win us first prize, Lieutenant," McKay said, frowning at the mirror and trying to flatten his hair. "Not enough to get us a hundred people's antes worth of junk food."
"The costumes were very interesting to see," Teyla said, pulling pins out of her hair and neatly placing them into Ford’s upturned cap on McKay's end table.
John sat down heavily on McKay's couch--argh, and then crossed his legs--and said darkly, "Yeah, interesting. I wore a skirt and we did not win. Lieutenant? Next year, I'm picking the costumes."
2. "Sure, foolproof, he says," Rodney said. "Second year in a row and I'm out an entire bag of miniature Snickers."
"Yeah," John retorted, "Maybe we wouldn't have lost if you'd let me be Han."
"I won that coin toss fair and square," Rodney said, folding his arms.
"Next year," Teyla said icily, "we are not going as anything that requires hairpins. My head aches," and Ronon growled a breath in response.
"Oh, cut it out," Rodney said. "You're not in character anymore."
Ronon wheezed again. "No, I--" he said, and coughed. "Think I'm coming down with something."
3. --------
FROM: JOHN SHEPPARD
TO: ALL
SUBJECT: NOTICE 003-05-0178: APPROPRIATE HALLOWEEN COSTUME
Due to security concerns, personnel are no longer allowed to dress as their counterpart from an alternate universe or dimension. Violators may be subject to injury or imprisonment pending verification of their identity.
LTC JOHN SHEPPARD
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4. "Well," Rodney said, shrugging out of John's leather jacket, "at least this time no one was hurt."
"Speak for yourself, McKay," Ronon said, and pulled another heavy necklace off and dropped it on the table next to the other chains and the rings and the other ungodly ugly jewelry. "This stuff weighs a ton."
"SG-1," John muttered darkly, and flung his cigar at the trash. "Not supposed to be SG freaking one."
***
. . . and one time they did
1. "I love you, Ronon," Rodney said, propped up by John and Teyla, unfocused and slurring a little bit. "Love Satedan myths. Love gods of--who the hell am I, again?"
"Nelat," Ronon said. "God of the dance."
They managed to prop Rodney up on the sofa--prying one hand from Teyla's robes--and remove the alcoholic portion of the swag from his vicinity. On second thought, John took the chocolate away from him too.
Rodney looked confused, and not just because he was suddenly holding a bottle of water. "Why are you stealing fire from the god of the dance?"
"'M not," Ronon said around a chocolate-covered cherry. "Just thought it'd be funny to make you wear tights."
John frowned. "Funny to cover me in glitter, too?"
Ronon shrugged. "We won, didn't we?"